I better type this because it's getting late and my mind is going
elsewhere. It was important that I write this or else I could get
distracted and not know where to start telling you what I feel has happened to my offer.
I feel like I've fallen through into an Aladdin's cave of intrigue. I
may also have found confirmation of Freijo's 300 mystery scientists. A
negative confirmation but a confirmation nonetheless. It was the
silence from "ubiquity" that made me curious. Let me explain.
From my news and current affairs page, the EkusImage, you can admire my Cartesian graffiti, but if you look to the far right of
the middle line and squint at the border, you can make out a police car in an alley,
in the shade of the noon-day sun. The point being, that unless I gave
you directions, you could never see the illusion.
Click through the windscreen and you'll get to the Guerrilla News
Network. GNN alternates the news for anarchist thought. I, along
with hoards of others, read of the tragic history of Southern Italy being repeated along Venezuela's Anti-Authoritarian Path. I
predicted something horrific, so as you can see, I joined their forum to make my reply.
I engaged, not knowing I was going to be talking to an AI, until I
stumped it, or someone from the 300 told "ubiquity" to shut up because
they already had kidnapped Ingrid, or "ubiquity" was hung over, or
sumthin' that goes to all make up a nice grid. But please read on from my opening
salvo : -
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After three whole days ubiquity replied, with the very original line, "Nobody tells me to shut up and lives."
And I replied thus:
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Chapter 2006
"Well, that's good. Because any recently-departed Everett-World kinda
guy who told you to shut up and not contact me was hiding something. I
often click n' type with a virtual keyboard, not to avoid keyloggers,
but because I must get used to it."
I should have added, "If it ever gets too loud for me to think
straight, I'll remember that you're the one that can demand
silence".
And then I invited "ubiquity" to read on from here, in this page. I was
going to call this chapter, "I am my own French-Maid", but haven't
quite decided. Here's how this whole thing unfolded.
The other night I saw myself folding my laundry like the French-Maid
laundry service used to do for me when I lived in New York City on 51st
and Lexington, way back in 1980. I even roll my clothes,
suitcase-ready, like Hillary Clinton once suggested. You just can't
take that part of New York out of my culture.
Then I saw an old T-Shirt given to me by my second wife, Cherie. It was
a black T-Shirt with a large curved word on the chest. The word was
TRACER and underneath was a couple of swirls and the words, "get your
kicks". I thought she gave it to me because of my work in graphics.
Anyway, while I was rolling it, I was remembering wearing it in an
airport once when a guy gave me a look of recognition that he probably
didn't know he gave. He thought I was a Skip-Tracer.
I thought how invaluable such a look would be to hundreds of eyes.
That's when I figured out how to find out if the enemy of my enemy was
my enemy. If my enemy has kidnapped Ingrid I must warn them to be
careful. Damnit, I love my enemies and do not want to see them harmed
should they stumble and fall into its use as a weapon of math
distraction. Such a morale boosting weapon cannot be allowed to fork
unsafely into anyone's hands. Unforked it remains for the whole world
to look after.
Continued... (Chapter 2006 on from the end of previous aladdinscave)
Ingrid
is a very obscure program, so obscure that people are only brought to
it on a pilot wave. As a quantum drum and screensaver, it
does not just emulate a quantum computer. One of its effects is more
like a quantum gun. It can be a Karma Gun, and I feel like "Gerald
Bull" saying gun, because the readout is read coincidentally by the
target from other environments/media. To affect the universe, the
KarmaGun must be running for quite some time. I
allude to the good purposes of this technical effect because it seems
to have handed me a silver bullet with which to carry out a very simple
task.
I put in a protection layer to make
sure this doesn't happen anymore. So the visualizer is not a qubit, per
se, but more like a qupen, writing an external question to the universe
without waiting for the answer. Of course, in normal knowledge
acquisition, Ingrid can do the adding and subtracting of a grid stack
and can find all the tensor databases without the graphics, but there's
no fun in that without the light and sound remixes.
Like nuclear technology, whose power can be harnessed for peaceful
purposes, visa vis Ingrid running moneyless economies, Ingrid does have
a darker side that's harder to explain. In that other diagram, above,
of
the fluid filled bar and magnets can be replaced by an
Ingrid-charged CRT for a certain
other-world effect and it's cavitation graphics on an LCD for another
near-reality type of orgone accumulator. In sort of Tesla fashion, your neurons play the part of the
return wire. This is what I called
Computational Clairvoyance.
A would-be assassin, I knew once, who is presumed dead - Freijo was
poisoned into a heart attack in his car outside the Christchurch
Airport, he told me that 300 scientists were monitoring my freeware.
Every night. I didn't believe him because none ever contacted me. I
think he let on he knew Al Qaeda, but that meant nothing to me back in
2000. In fact he kept me thinking he was working for the CIA.
I'm writing because such a group of 300 could test a thanatos device.
Joked about here http://www.theonion.com/content/node/37302
They have already seen it work when I described how 30 frames of
celluloid from an Everett World could have fused into film, at the
moment of the 1999 totality. The clip is really irrefutable evidence of
Bill Clinton dressed in a Russian uniform yelling, You're outnumbered
10 to 1. The more you look into it, the more history will rip. Read my
Chapter 10 to see how the hole can be plugged with about $2billion in
cash being burnt as an energy sacrifice. On global TV no less.
This linked essay describes why Ingrid's Karma-Gun works. It works for
you to read it because the hidden "something", referred to in my first
sentence in Chapter 2006, is from the "Matter Model in an Elastic Universe" by
Bjørn Ursin Karlsen
http://home.online.no/~ukarlsen/FirstPubl/WholePaper.html
Even though Ingrid is licensed open source freeware, its origins must not be
hidden. Consequently, if one of these devices should exist, I've got a
plan as to how to find it. I could do it remotely from my computer, if
you guys equip a whole lot of multi-media units, onto which I will let
rip Ingrid for the first time into a group of nightclub places. At the
same time, not only will the effect be impressive, it should be enough
to flush out someone from the crowd that recognizes the program from
his association with the mythical 300 scientists. He will not know his
expression or how to hide it.
I get to field the inquiries online through one of your services, and
compile an online grid, of who has the look of recognition having seen
anything close to Ingrid before. On second thoughts, ask me to teach
you how to interpret what I found and you do it.
You will see on my download site for Ingrid, where I underwrite that
Ingrid can identify any copies of itself growing in the wild.
I can speak for myself that, if this comes off, I promised long ago,
not to deliberately terminate until September 7th, 2996, and that went
for my copies and any reconstructions thereof. I see no reason to
change that offer, but I can't speak for terrorists, or the odd
jellicle with a bible, or anyone who might subvert the code and shorten
my life.
Because my existing terms allow for dual licensing I am thinking about
adopting a run-time license as well and need help getting someone like
the UNMOVIC to vet it, i.e., protect my butt. Safely in the wild, any free
copies should be advertising themselves and the sort of work they are
doing, from which the world at large can monitor nanotechnology.
Having got that out of the way, I want to tell you about the most
amazing aspect of Ingrid's assumption free forms of political
interaction. This comes about by a unique combination of being able to
shunt outliers to stable zones while at the same time being able to
reform, based on genuine concerns.
You'll love it. Ingrid's the doorway to a phenomenal quantum computer
cerebellum. It supports my reader, voice, game, web, ai, security and
mp3 AutoDeeJay needs. It wants motion feedback to improve accessibility.
Happy New Year. I'm glad if you had a hang over it's over.
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Chapter 2006.01.05
Tena said to send my reply, which of course was already prepared. Tena
was also considering posting ubiquity's "Coke to Cocaine" article to
the small but influential RMNews, where we met.
About 18 hours later, maybe from a proxy, ubiquity read Chapter 2006 on this page at UTC time:
2006-01-03 14:33:15 71.243.7.125 GET /aladdinscave..html - 200 -
Then after another 26 hours, unexpectedly and without any expensive
multi-media, I got that "look of recognition" from Fomento
Económico Mexicano S. A. de C. V:
2006-01-04 16:46:02 200.23.21.32 GET /download.html - 200 http://homepages.ihug.co.nz/~income/ingridx/
2006-01-04 16:46:29 200.23.21.32 GET /index.htm - 200 http://ingridx.dyndns.org/download.html
2006-01-04 16:46:29 200.23.21.32 GET /exptextb.png - 200 http://ingridx.dyndns.org/
2006-01-04 16:49:40 200.23.21.32 GET /robots.txt - 200 http://ingridx.dyndns.org/download.html
I remembered a Mexican, so I googled for the firm and/or they knew, but I found him. Jorge Doehner was their director. Click first Google link on his name to see how he is now suspected of knowing enough to set the Karma-Gun.
Ian Spence was the guy who pushed for Ingrid and they almost got away.
Now whoever reads this knows the place to find the link to the 300
scientists is in a nightclub near Femsa in Monterey. My own Argentinian agent is already willing to receive instructions and to be close by an airport for the next month.
A global popular political revolution fueled by the latest in cybernetic quantum bookkeeping has a far better chance of ending capitalism than this Bolivarian familism, which will only end up producing cannon-fodder; – a la Paraguay.